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Eric Moore

"I'm a snake. Cold of flesh and devoid of hesitation. My tongue flicks back and forth, ever in search of new prey, and if I like what I find, I swallow 'em whole."

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a character in “Undead Exorcists”, as played by Citadel

Description

Name: Eric Moore
Age: 112, but look like he is in his late teens or early twenties.
Appearance:
Eric stands just north of 6' with a slim, athletic build. He has light brown eyes and a prominent scar that runs down the right side of his cheek that mostly stays hidden beneath his dyed red hair. His attire consists of a black, 3/4-length, hooded leather jacket with red interior linings and the British Union flag sewn on the left arm, a gray tanktop, black fingerless gloves, black faded jeans, and black military boots.
Personality: ImageEric is very rebellious towards authority figures, but laid-back to anyone else. Living on the periphery of society and caught between two worlds, he feels like an outcast. Disinterested and often unmotivated, but with a quick wit and black humor, he is disaffected and disassociated with society, and quite apathetic. He has no fear, and no respect for authority. He has no qualms with engaging in debauchery and other hedonistic acts, mostly because he believes he won't be around for too much longer, because of all the monsters constantly breathing down his neck. However, Eric has a huge heart beneath all of this rough exterior. He purposely chose to live out his life his own way because his eyes were opened to evil as a child, especially when the people who were supposed to take care of him turned out to be monsters. He decided to take a stand and fight back, no matter what happens. He has no qualms about accepting those who choose the side of good, like Roth.

Eric also enjoys fighting, shown when he sometimes does not fight at his full potential so he can toy with his opponent or make a fight last longer. Eric easily gets bored with fighting weak opponents and only finds entertainment in fighting strong opponents who will give him a challenge. He has a fondness for pizza, and while he complains about olives, he always ends up with them on his pizza. He is also shown to favor strawberry sundaes as well as pizza with it being pointed out on several occasions that those two foods are all he eats. He has adapted well to the constant changing of what's considered the norm within society.

Ability: Right now he sits comfortably with the power to "make children's games real," a little gift he won off a trickster god. Anyone who steps within the range of the games rules is forced to play by said rules, even Eric himself. Best thought of, "You win, you live. You lose, you die." Thankfully, Eric is not required to tell the other person said rules ahead of time.
Equipment: The blade, dubbed Izanagi, appears as a small dagger when Eric wields it normally. However, when Eric unlocks the blades full potential, Izanagi's blade glows white and extends at high speed to impale Eric's opponents from a distance. The blade also carries tremendous force when extending, often quickly overpowering those who come into contact with it. In addition, Eric can maintain the extension and swing the activated Izanagi in wide arcs, attacking multiple targets quickly and simultaneously. Izanagi's maximum length is equivalent to one hundred times its original length.

So begins...

Eric Moore's Story

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"Lilith! Going home already?" Lilith turned around to her school friend, waving back to the other girl with a wide smile on her face. "Yeah, my mom doesn't like me out when its dark. Bye!" With that Lilith continued on her way, leaving the safety and security of the nice part of the city. It was her daily routine to head there after school each day. If she went back to her actual house, there would be nothing there accept shadows and the occasional dusty relic that Daisy doesn't care enough about to clean. No, in her mind her real home was The UE, a bar with a reputation for catering to oddballs and the most unsavory of characters. Lilith couldn't tell her friends that was where she actually went after school because if she did, it would bring all kinds of attention to the place that it would be better left avoiding.

Lilith boarded the subway train, an odd thing to see someone her age doing by themselves, but she was more than able to defend herself. Hell, she didn't have a choice but to be. Even on this train, she could see it, the darkness only ones like herself could see. There's six on this train, she thought to herself, gripping her book-pack tightly and turning her head down to the ground beneath her. Not all darkness is evil, she knew that. But, taking such a chance as getting noticed was something she couldn't do this far from her "friends". Putting her earphones in and humming along with the song, she tried to get her mind off of it. A task that had become daily, though she didn't mind. She knew, even if these six were wanting to bring harm to her, they knew the ramifications for such an act would far out way anything they could do to her. Yes, just as she knew them, they also knew her, and it made some fidget with fear.

The train came to a stop, Lilith removing her earplugs and stepping outside onto the platform. Making her way up to ground level, she took a heavy breath, as she always does, of the denser air that inhibited this area of town. Looking across the street, she saw her "home," looking as dead as usual. The UE sat unassuming, directly across from the subway. The windows were old with designs and writing that looked like it hadn't been updated since the 40's. The sign that hung over top of the entrance was made of wood, with The UE written in chipped, white paint on it. Despite all this, the bar was just over ten years old, the antique look being cast upon it by a witch wanting to draw less of a crowd. If one were to ask someone who lived in the neighborhood, The UE has been there since the forties and has been past down through the generations to Daisy. The tricks of a witch, you would guess. Lilith looked both ways, then ran across the street. It was fall, so the sun had already set for the day and the night was quickly approaching. She opened the door, the sound of a slight creak made her twitch, even though it was a sound she had heard her entire life. "Ah, there's my girl." Lilith looked to the familiar voice, seeing her mother, Daisy, sitting at the center of the bar. Across from Daisy behind the bar stood a young blonde man, tall in stature with a cigarette resting between his lips as he cleaned a glass. "Oi, Lilly, did you bring your math book?" The young man said, putting the glass down on the counter. Lilith nodded and hopped up on the bar stool beside her mother. "Thanks for teaching me, Roth." Lilith looked around the bar, seeing it deserted. However, it was even more so then usual. "Aw, I thought I was going to get here before everyone left." Lilith hung her head. "Hey, what do you mean everyone?" Her mom said, flicking her daughter on the forehead playfully. Roth filled the empty glass with whiskey, Daisy wrapping her right hand around it and pulling it close to her mouth. "They'll be back later to spend time with you," Daisy said before taking a small sip of her drink. "God help whoever they want to spend time with now."

Meanwhile

Eric sat at the end of a bar counter, sipping on a whiskey and mostly keeping to himself. It was still just the evening, so most of the other patrons were those who just got off work or were regulars. Eric preferred the clientele that a place like The UE attracted, but variety was the spice of life and new scenery can be good for the mind. While Eric drank, a young man casually hit on a girl at the other end of the bar. The woman was clearly someone who just got off work and wanted to get something to drink before heading home. The man however, was giving off an aggressive aura, though none in the bar were willing to step into the situation. After an exchanging of words, the man and the woman exited the bar, disappearing out onto the street of people. "That was different," said the Bartender. "Normally, you don't see that kind of thing going on before nightfall. Am I right?" The bartender turned to Eric, widening his eyes to see the young man had disappeared, his drink empty and a crumpled ten dollar bill sitting on the counter.

The couple from earlier turned down a dark alleyway, distant from the hustle and bustle of the main street. The woman looked around hesitantly, realizing she may have gotten herself in over her head. The man casually rubbed her shoulder, smiling gently and setting her mind at ease. As they continued down the alley, the man beckoned her further and further into the darkness. When they were outside of the view of any witnesses, the man reached into his pocket and turned to the woman. But, before he could anything, he heard a loud whistling coming from the opposite direction in the alley. He turned to see Eric, who was casually strolling with his hands in his pockets. "What do you want, Dipshit?" The man said, removing a rather large knife from the inside of his jacket. Eric shrugged, looking back down the way he came, his eyes scanning the area with a sort of nonchalant attitude about it. "Nothing really. I just heard this rumor about a man luring young women away from safety and robbing them blind. Normally, I wouldn't pay attention to such things, but last time he killed'em." The man grew wide-eyed, reading his knife should Eric try anything. Except, Eric just chuckled. He looked at the man with apathetic eyes, and a wide smirk on his face. "I'm not the one you should be worrying about, Boss." The man raised an eyebrow, as he then felt teeth sinking into his neck and tearing away at him. Eric looked away as the man was torn apart, though he did not feel any sort of guilt over letting the man die. The woman stood up and peered down at Eric, wiping the blood away from her mouth. "So... are you an exorcist?" The woman asked, her voice distorted and deep. "That's right." Eric was still casual, making it difficult for the woman to read the situation.

"Why did you let me kill him?" Eric shrugged at the question, either not giving an answer or not truly having one. "I was tracking you, then I saw you tracking him. Don't know why you chose to bring vigilante justice down upon him, but truthfully, I don't give a shit." The woman dropped down into a defensive stance, unsure about how this was going to go down. "You might be thinking you did the right thing, but all you did was make it more difficult for others. Think about the others like you who would have died when Exorcists started searching for this man's killer. Of course, that isn't it, is it? You wanted to eat. Killing someone like this asshole would make it less likely retribution would be sought. Am I lying?" Eric sighed and removed his weapon of choice from his left coat pocket. The blade was small, not something that would intimidate most. The woman, began backing up, knowing he couldn't get to her from this distance. Turning around to run, she felt the blade thrust through her chest in an instant. Turning her head back, she saw that the blade had extended over twenty feet. The blade then retracted, Eric whipping it off and putting it back into his pocket. He began to walk over to her as she slowly fell to the ground and died. Eric bent down, looking over the woman's body. "I'm pretty sure its the teeth collector's are interested in when it comes to Ookami's. Oh well, if its not, Daisy will just have to deal."

Eric exited the alley, content with another day of monster-slaying. He began making his way toward the train station, looking forward to a Roth drink s opposed to what he had been sipping on for the last hour.

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"I still think you're not putting in enough rum, Roth. It needs to have a sweeter taste," Daisy said, putting the glass down on the counter. Lilith was still sitting right beside her, having successfully done her math homework and now moving onto science. "Really, I think it tastes just fine. It must be your human-like palate," Roth said back to her, downing the rest of the drink. Before their conversation could continue on, Mila and someone the others were not familiar with entered the bar.

"Whatcha working on? Oh, and this is Kisoro, by the way."

Roth raised an eyebrow as the man came tumbling in, giving a simple nod to him in response. "Lilly just needed some help... and after I couldn't figure it out, Daisy answered the question." Daisy simply raised her glass, giving a friendly smile to Mila. "So, I assume that little problem was taken care of. I'll get the goods on the market tomorrow morning if you want to just leave them behind the bar. So, your new friends name is Kisoro? Well, as long as his money is good he is welcome here." The night was getting later, and more people were beginning to show up at the bar. Those from beyond the boundary, who simply wanted to live in peace, would often find their way here eventually. Daisy's newest Exorcist, Gabriel, entered the bar soon after. "Ah, welcome back. I just got off the phone with our connection in the police. Good work. Even though you caused quite a ruckus, the police have no idea what happened. Not bad for a raw recruit." Though the bar was getting livelier, most stayed away from the section Daisy sat at, knowing her business was not theirs. If you wanted to talk to her, she approached you, not the other way around. Thankfully, she was usually friendly, often giving free drinks around when her Exorcists brought in a particularly abundant payday.

Only a few more minutes past before Eric came walking in, giving a simple nod to Roth and plopping a small bag down in front of Daisy. She opened the bag and immediately pulled her eyes away. "Yep, that's definitely Ookami teeth. Smell just as bad as the first time too. Not worth much, but enough." Roth sat a plain whiskey down in front of Eric, who rolled his eyes at Daisy and began sipping on his drink. "Come on, I'm just messing with you. Gabriel, don't take after this one, the guy is a downer." Eric looked at Roth, who simply shrugged and received a shrug in return. The two seemed to have an unspoken understanding, speaking without saying a word. Eric turned his attention down to Kisoro, realizing he had not seen the man in the bar before. "Huh, there is still some sliver of hope in your eyes. Obviously, you are new. My name is Eric. If you hadn't guessed, I'm like Mila and Gabriel." He raised his glass before downing the drink, a slight look of discomfort appearing on his face afterward.

On The Other side of Town

The sound of fighting could be heard inside the club, along with the breaking of several objects. The back door busted open as a short, bald man fell out into the employee parking area. He tried to scurry away on the ground, but the sound of heels tapping on the pavement behind him caused his body to freeze with fear. "Well, what do you think we should do with him, sister?" Asther walked a slow, methodical pace, stepping in front of the man. She reached into his coat pocket and removed his cigar and lighter, putting the cigar between her lip and breathing in the smoke. Rolan came up behind the man, grabbing him by the back of his collar and lifting him high into the air.

"P-please! I didn't know it was you two? If I did I wouldn't have tried anything." Asther raised her eyebrow, removing the cigar from her lips and pressing the lit end into the man's forehead. "Well, in that case... everything is fine. I mean, who cares if you grabbed my ass. You know, we came here like professionals. All we had was some questions to ask. Rolan, what do you say we head to The UE and let Daisy know this clubs being operated by a goblin. Both physically and metaphorically." The man grew wide-eyed, shaking his head furiously and begging the sisters to stay quiet. "Like I asked you before you decided to put your disgusting hand on me... Something has a lot of people spooked. Some won't even leave their 'homes.' What the hell is going on in this town. Others continue about their business, while you... you are terrified to even be outside." The goblin flinched, realizing that his eyes had been moving around uncontrollably since he emerged outside. Asther motioned to Rolan, who sighed as she put the man down, well, dropped the man down. "Others can't sense it, you can't either. But, for ones like me, we were there for it. Its coming. I don't know how, but its crossing the Boundary and no one is safe." Asther looked at her sister, passing a look of confusion onto her. "Who is coming? What has you so damn paranoid?" The goblin looked up at her, seemingly unable to speak the name. "Others, stronger than me, follow it. If they knew I spoke... they would kill me." Rolan rolled her eyes, pressing her heel down on the goblin's back. "Rolan, enough! We're not going to get anything out of him. Now, let's get out of here. I feel eyes. Watching. We should go." The two went back into the club, exiting through the front to avoid any further suspicion.

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Kisoro


Daisy: "So, your new friends name is Kisoro? Well, as long as his money is good he is welcome here."

Eric: "Huh, there is still some sliver of hope in your eyes. Obviously, you are new. My name is Eric. If you hadn't guessed, I'm like Mila and Gabriel."

Kisoro stood up before responding to Eric. "Hope in my eyes? Nah, I think you misread it, hope has nothing to do with my situation, what's in my eyes is more like a sliver of excitement." He said with a smile. "Name's Kisoro, nice to meet you Eric. So you're an undead exorcist then? Well, I'm not, but thanks to Mila here, I think I might end up in the same business."

Turning to face Daisy, who seemed to be in charge of the bar and its happenings, Kisoro spoke again. "Presently I don't have any money, but I did help Mila catch her target, so perhaps she'll treat me to a drink on this fine evening." He shot Mila a quick smirk before returning his gaze to Daisy with his usual, friendly smile. "I take it you're the one who handles the selling of collected items then. Good to know." He caught a whiff of the rather horrid smelling Ookami teeth but he managed to maintain his smile despite the smell.

An interesting bunch of people, I think I'll like it here. Kisoro thought to himself. When he was sentenced to be exiled from his homeland, he had not expected to fall into such an interesting situation as easily as he had. Kisoro had planned on securing the necessities for living, shelter, an income, that sort of thing, and then going and get himself into a fun setting. But it seems that he landed in the right place at the right time. This was to Kisoro's preference anyway. And he quite enjoyed the company of Mila, after seeing her in battle, he had quickly decided that she would be a fun person to stick close to.

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Although his job had been only to slay the water elemental, Armand decided he could make a little extra money by taking a sample of the water which made up the creature. If nothing else he though it might be worth enough for a glass of whiskey when he got back to the EU. Which was the direction he had been traveling in before becoming...distracted.

Sometimes Armand was called a gunslinger due to the weapons he carried and the way he fought. Sometimes he was called an outlaw because, like today with the elemental, he didn't always go through all the motions he should to keep people from knowing about him. But most often he was called a lawman because, even when he wasn't being paid to do so, if he ever came across a monster from the other side doing evil, he would put an end to it. Usually it was no big deal. A problem was solved before it could get worse and he made a little profit from whatever he scavenged off the thing. This afternoon, as he skirted around the city to avoid the crowds, the 'thing' in question happened to be a shapeshifter.

No one on the streets noticed what Armand had. Then again, most of the people on the street were just that, people. There were no other Exorcists around that he could sense, and even if they were not all of them had what he referred to as gunslinger eyes. It was something he had had back when he was alive, of that he was almost certain, and was usually a skill one had to acquire over time. It allowed him, not to see more than others, but to take in and understand what he was seeing much more quickly. He could tell someone was about to run or draw a weapon by slight muscle or eye movements they probably weren't even aware of themselves. Anyone else maybe would have noticed a somewhat shady looking man stepping out from an alley, slipping something into his pocket before starting to walk down the street. What Armand had seen as he walked past the alley was a body slumped at the far end, missing a face, and a man slipping a wallet into his pocket after looking at the contents. Most likely to see what his new name was.

"Not on my watch friend..." Armand says under his breath, picking up his speed to that he reaches the crosswalk before the shifter. Making his way across the street he slips into the crowd where the monster was attempting to blend in. He was doing a pretty good job of it, except to Armand it seemed as if he looked down on everyone, like they were less than he was. A lot of monsters were like that, he supposed. As they passed another alley, Armand takes a step closer, grabs the shifter by the arm, and drags him in. A moment later the crowd passes and he initiates the Zero Space spell, containing the alleyway between two dimensions. It took less than a minute to do this, draw his revolver with his free hand, and fire a round into the head of the shifter. That taken care of he holstered his revolver, grabbed the body in both arms, then leaped up to a fire escape, then to a roof, and ended the spell.

Twenty minutes later there was a couple of knocks on the back door of the EU Bar before Armand made his way inside. On the way he had wrapped the shifters body in some newspaper, and now it lay on the floor of the backroom. The wrappings were layered enough to soak up the blood. "Whiskey on the rocks, if you please." Armand says, walking up to the bar, on the same side as Roth and Daisy, before going around to the proper side. Once seated on a stool at the end he tosses the vile of elemental water to Daisy.

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Daisy smiled at Armand, holding the vile up to the light and looking over the water inside. "Good job. This will definitely be worth a pretty penny. Add into that the fact no more civilians should be disappearing from that area, you could say things couldn't have gone better." Daisy looked toward the back room, rolling her eyes and turning back to Armand. "Based on what I'm sensing, you also brought home another prize. I'll inspect in later, see what we can get out of it. Until then, congratulations guys. Drinks are on-" Before she could finish, Rolan and Asther entered the bar and shot her a glance. The alliance between them and Daisy was strained at best most of the time. They were nice enough girls, but everyone knew they would sell them down the river to save their own skins, or make a quick buck. However, the information they provided was always good, and never once did a job go belly up because of what the sisters did. They strolled cautiously through the bar, making eye contact with thee patrons, if only to cause them to jump a little. Asther walked up to the bar and sat right across from Daisy, a wide smirk on her face. Daisy made a simple motion with her hand, the patrons in the bar filing out as quickly as possible. "You can stay Kisoro. You may not be one of us yet, but this will give you a good idea of how we operate."

Roth moved from behind the bar and grabbed Lilith's hand, walking her up the stairs off to the side and up to Daisy's office on the second floor. Eric looked at his empty glass, sighing as he realized his favorite barkeep just left the room. He begrudgingly stood up and moved around to the other side of the bar, his eyes shooting between the different liquors, trying to decide what to drink next. "How rude, Daisy. We come in for a simple drink and you make all your valued patrons leave. We're hurt, aren't we, Rolan? Rolan?" Asther turned back to see her sister glaring at Kisoro. "Come on Rolan, we don't have time for this. If Daisy is vouching for him we have to go along with it. Distrustful as always." Rolan turned her attention back to Daisy, but kept an eye on the fresh face. "Damn, now I've lost my train of thought... shit, that's it. Something's going down in the northern part of town. We 'spoke' to a goblin club manager a short while ago."

Daisy raised an eyebrow, looking at Asther with apathetic eyes. "A club manager? Tell me, why didn't you share this information with me earlier?" Asther chuckled a bit, shaking her head in response to Daisy. "Why? So you can send your hounds and wreck the place?" Eric reappeared from behind the bar, having abandoned his glass in favor of just drinking straight from the bottle. "Hey, we're not that bad... sober. Tell you what, talk to me in thirty minutes and then we'll see how I feel." Asther clicked her tongue. "See Daisy, that's why I don't trust you guys with stuff like this. Anyway, the manage told us some things. Some potentially cataclysmic things. Apparently, something is crossing over the Boundary. Something big. You asked us to look into why there has been a decrease in activity, this is what I got for you." Daisy shrugged, an unimpressed expression on her face. "Really? That's it? You tell me this, but just today we had three hits. Four if you count what Armand has rotting in the back." Asther leaned back in her chair, Rolan looking to her to see how they should proceed. "Look, believe me or not, I don't really give a shit. Let's go, Rolan. This was a waste of ti-" Before she could finish that sentence, a loud crashing sound could be heard from upstairs, followed by the sounds of Lilith screaming. Without even saying a word, Daisy was up the stairs, bursting through the door. Eric dropped his bottle and followed her up, knowing the others would be following as well. Asther and Rolan looked at each other, deciding it was best to stay out of it.

Daisy burst into her office to see a large section of the wall busted out and Roth on the ground, his knee pressed against the back of a hooded figure. "Daisy?! There were too many, I couldn't stop them all." Daisy motioned for Roth to stand up, the hooded figure rising to their feet. With a simple raise of her hand, Daisy forced the person against the far wall. "Where did they take her?!" Her voice cracked and her eyes were watery. She started to pull her hand into a fist, the person crying out in pain. Daisy walked up to the person and tore off their hood, revealing the woman underneath. She looked human and didn't have any signs of being anything else. Daisy started piecing it together in her head, knowing that only one group could get the drop on Roth and know whose daughter Lilith was. "Shepherds? Why would you take her?!" The woman simply smiled, despite the fact blood was starting to seep out of her mouth. Eric walked up and grabbed Daisy's arm, trying to calm her down before she killed their only clue to where Lilith had gone. Daisy released her hold, Roth picking the woman up and dragging her passed the others and down the steps. He knocked her unconscious before throwing her into the back room, letting her fall right next to Armand's last catch.

Daisy regained her composure, turning to the others with her eyes a little red.. They had taken the one thing she cared about, and she had no idea why. "Find them. I don't care what you have to do." Daisy raised her hand, the destroyed wall reforming to how it had been before the kidnapping. "Please, find my baby girl." Her voice was shaking. Eric simply nodded, pushing the others out of the room. She just needed time. Truthfully, none of them had seen her like this before, but no one had ever been foolish enough to do something like this to her before. Witches were not allowed to lay their hands on Shepherds. It was a part of an old treaty signed before Daisy was even alive. She had to keep to this promise, or else face the consequences. Not those from the Sect, but her own circle of witches. Luckily, the treaty did not pertain to the Exorcists, so they were free to do what needed to be done. Once they got down the steps, Eric looked to see the sisters sitting at the far end of the bar. They could hear what happened, so Asther and Rolan thought it best to simply sit in silence and not try to antagonize them further. Roth made his way back behind the bar, knowing he had to at least keep appearances up should people enter. Lilith was nigh untouchable, but if the wrong types found out she had been pulled from Daisy's grasp right under her nose, it would be very bad.

Eric turned to his fellow Exorcists and Kisoro, unsure of what to say. "We're looking for Shepherds. Gabriel and Kisoro, Shepherds are like us, but a whole lot of wraith and death. They don't think twice about killing those from the Boundary regardless of good or bad. Most will also kill any that get in their way. We have a trail, but its getting colder by the minute. Mila, take Gabriel and Kisoro with you to St. Anna's. Its an old Cathedral that's been here since the city was constructed. That's were the Shepherds usually stay if they are in town. Kisoro, I'd hate to wrap you up in our shit, but we could really use your help with this. Me and Armand will check out will check the Underground." The Underground, a place where collectors and those with a certain amount of knowledge can buy and trade artifacts and "parts" amongst each other. Its where Daisy would usually take their prizes from battle, but she didn't like the Exorcists going there. There were not usually welcomed, but if anyone would know about Shepherds getting into the city, it would be someone there. "We'll meet back up here in the morning. I have a feeling this night will just keep getting longer."

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Mila Devian

Mila gave Roth a small, sympathetic smile, propping her hand on a hip as she leaned against the bar. That is how it usually turned out when he tried to help Lillith with homework. She had heard Kisoro fall to the floor before and shot him an amused look as Daisy asked Mila about her job and told her she could set her spoils behind the bar. “You can bet I got that jerk! Almost got Kisoro in the process too, the poor guy. Can’t seem to scare him off though,” she explained, giving a small laugh and a pointed but teasing look at him. She untied the bag of shadow shards and dropped it behind the counter. Kisoro mentioned that she might buy him a drink, and she made a shooing motion at him with a wide grin. She was about to make a teasing remark about his habit of mooching, when Rolan and Aster walked in. They seemed to always bring some sort of trouble, and apparently this time the news was enough for Daisy to send most of the patrons out.

Roth took young Lillith upstairs, and Mila gave the little girl a small wave before turning her attention to the two women. She took a seat near the bar and motioned for Kisoro to do the same. As she sat, she sighed softly, resting her head on her hand. At the mention of a goblin running a club, Mila’s eyes flickered to Daisy’s face. She seemed rather perturbed, though Mila didn’t totally get why. If an Othersider wasn’t causing harm, there was no reason to worry in Mila’s thinking. Still, the rest of their news really blew that out of the water. If it was true, it could mean serious trouble.

The twins were getting ready to leave, when there was suddenly a ruckus upstairs. Mila was on her feet and halfway to the stairs before she realized she had moved. The only thought in her mind was seeing Roth take Lillith up when the little meeting started. What in the world was going on? Mila was only a few moments behind Daisy, her hand on her sword and ready to draw as she dashed up the stairs. As she got to the door, a horrid sight met her eyes. Half of one wall was blown open, exposing the room to the chilly night air. Daisy had a figure in a black cloak pinned against the wall, gasping in pain. Daisy quickly walked over and jerked off the hood, revealing a woman’s face. Mila noticed a trail of blood already dripping from the stranger’s mouth. Her eyes flickered to Daisy, knowing that she would kill the woman, but making no attempt to stop the witch. Mila released her grip on her sword as Daisy interrogated the silent woman. There was nothing she could do but wait.

An exorcist called Eric moved over to Daisy and calmed her long enough that she released the hooded woman. Roth took the half- dead woman out of the room and down the stairs, but Mila’s attention stayed on Daisy. The poor woman had lost her dear child and was clearly shaken up. Mila’s eyes were sympathetic as Daisy told them to go after Lillith. Mila had turned to go even before Roth started shepherding them out, and was soon downstairs pacing.

When Eric came down, he took charge. Normally, Mila may have resented that, but now was not the time to be picky about who called the shots. The plan he gave was good enough for her, so she motioned to Kisoro and nodded at Gabe before wordlessly storming out the door. If one compared her current mood to the playful one just moments before, they would almost say she could be two different people. Now, there was not even a hint of her teasing personality. She was all business and nothing could distract her.

As soon as she hit the sidewalk, Mila sped up to a brisk jog. The Cathedral was not far, but they had no time to waste. She was already trying to formulate a plan, and looked back at Kisoro with a thoughtful gaze. Gabe, she knew, had a sort of transformation. She had never seen it, but she knew it was deadly. Probably could attract quite a bit of attention too. Of Kisoro’s abilities she knew even less. She knew he had a sort of dust-ash form, and he had some other illusionistic gifting as demonstrated with that fear aura.

She darted around a corner, automatically dodging around some late night pedestrians and ignoring their shouted questions. She was too busy considering what to do to even pay attention. After the next turn, she shouted back, “We are getting close, stay in the shadows until we can discuss the plan." It was only a little while longer before she stopped in an alleyway just up the street from the Cathedral. It was far enough that they wouldn’t be noticed, even as they discussed the plan, but they had a clear view of the main entry.

She knelt down, peering at the Cathedral before turning her eyes on Kisoro and Gabe. Her eyes were rather intense and cold, but she didn’t care. “Here is what I have so far. Gabe, you and I will act as a distraction. The point is to make as much noise as possible and get all the Shepherds hiding in there to want to see what we are doing. They will know that we haven’t had much time to think things out, so seeing us barge up to the door won’t seem odd. They think Undead Exorcists are hotheaded idiots either way,” she said in a sardonic tone.

Her gaze then turned to Kisoro, her eyes almost the same as when she delivered her threat the night before. “I know you just got dragged into this, so you do not have to act if you don’t care to. Still, we could use your talents, as Eric said back there. I just have one question for you. Can you go unnoticed? I will need you to get past the Shepherds and find out what you can. If Lillith is in there, we need to know. Can you do it?” Her tone as she stated the last question did not allow for any flippant answer or uncertainty. If Kisoro agreed, she would hold him to it.

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Kisoro


Kisoro crouched in the shadows next to Mila and Gabriel, the three of them preparing to infiltrate a cathedral that served as a local base for Shepherds, who of course would try to kill them as soon as the three made their move. Thoughts raced through Kisoro's mind as he tried to organize the events of the past hour and figure out what exactly was going on. It started with those two girls entering the UE together, that's when the atmosphere in the room had changed and the string of events leading to this moment had begone. No one seemed too interested in what the girls had to say, but Kisoro was intrigued by it. Activity slowing down and something big coming across the Boundary? He had kept tabs on such things in the past, but he had been locked in an Ash Born prison for some time now, obviously unable to keep tabs from there. On top of that, he was now cut off from all his usual sources of information and would have to start from scratch when investigating it. Regardless, he felt it was worth noting and looking into when he found a way of doing so.

What was of more immediate concern was what happened next. A scream from upstairs, everyone rushing up there, and Lilith being kidnapped. Lilith was the daughter of a witch, there aren't many who would dare to harm her, yet someone had dared. Kisoro had been given a chance at the UE to leave and not become further involved but he had chosen to stay. Now Mila gave him that chance one more time, this would be his last chance to back out. "A little girl was just kidnapped, if I can help, then you can bet I will help. If you two draw them out and distract them, I can sneak in. I'll look for Lilith or anything that might tell us where she could be. You distract them as long as you can, then pull out. If you don't see me leaving the cathedral, then meet me at that diner we past about six blocks back in an hour. If I'm not there, then assume I've been captured or killed. That sound reasonable?" Kisoro looked to both Gabriel and Mila for conformation.

Despite the imminent danger of the situation, Kisoro was curious to see how both Mila and Gabriel would do in a fight of this scale, though more curious about Mila. Seeing Mila fight the night before had largely been what initially made Kisoro decide to stick around her, after all, you can learn a lot from how a person fights and when they choose to fight. He was excited to see more of her fighting, even if it would only be for a brief time before he snuck into the cathedral. That having been said, his focus was on saving Lilith, he wouldn't let his curiosity get in the way of that.

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